Its not a purse

He looked... so sad, and his tone, also so sad. But again, Lillianna wouldn't move. A whisper, and her ears were straining to hear it, and she caught the words barely. Well, okay, only like... three words. But she caught the gist. Didn't tell, don't worry. Four words, okay. But she knew, knew he meant not telling anyone about the cause of the wound... her. She nodded. "I know." And she did, she did know. She knew him, even if she didn't... really get him. Understand him. She'd watch him begin to turn away, but her question stopped him. He would turn back, blue eyes meeting her green ones, and she'd flinch, ever so slightly, at the look in his eyes. Great. Ugh. She didn't like that, not at all. That look in his eyes shouldn't be one that existed, and it hurt her to think that she was the cause of it.

She'd listen quietly as he spoke, flinching again when he made to leave - and, no. He couldn't leave, not like this. "I... can help, if you'd like?" It wouldn't be too much trouble to climb up back to the top of the falls; she was only at the first pool. She was ignoring the fact that she was afraid he'd say no, then leave.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"